Growing Old Is the New Black

by HelluvaGirl

I've never expected to feel this way, but now that I look in the mirror and see my face growing old, all the wrinkles and other signs of time, feelings and inner fights, I worry not.
On the contrary: I see myself growing old and somewhere deep down I am glad. It proves that time goes by, and the more time goes by, the closer I may be to the point where we meet again. I know there is a moment like this, lost somewhere in the span of this life, waiting to be found.
For the first time, I am not my shell, but all the other things.
Thanks to this feeling.